Driven
Hurts so hard god knows the reason,
It feels like I am in the prison.
Hard to drink and gulping impossible!
Chocking on food is all that’s real.
I have been sad for all those years;
Forgot how to smile and now i’am accustomed to tears.
Nothing scares me anymore,
As I have lived all those years in tears.
The things I have know while growing the beard.
I did it all alone, I did it in those years.
I am driven by passion,
I have control of all the gears.
Shredding my ass, giving all my hours
I will make it coz… I choose my career.
Copyright © Pratik Shrivastava | Year Posted 2021
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